Rekindled, and it Still Burns Bright

My father accidentally threw some cash in the trash
I found it
I ain’t returning it

Because I know that he won’t have
The same amount of joy 
I had
Finding this
Arcade money

Maybe his daily state
Swimming in stupor
Is to never deflate his spirit
Always finding humor
And he knows losing money that way
At least means that he
Had the spirits 
Got his focus so hazy
That it indirectly extended 
To the arcade.